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It wasn't hard to spot her targets and she landed lightly on a rooftop adjuvant to theirs. Sonya wanted no time with pointless banter and raised the Key to drive it into the rooftop. A wave of darkness crashed outwards to draw the trio into an apocalyptic city, inside the Gate of Abaddon.

Ash fell like snow from a roiled grey sky and red lightning lit the clouds from inside. It was cold enough for their breaths to condense in the air and silent aside from the muted rumbles above. The city mirrored the real world, but every building was damaged in some cataclysmic conflict and rubble was strewn across the streets.

Sonya leveled Apollyon at the pair, smiling down the length of the oversized axe towards them. “I don't suppose you want to surrender?

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